Room 415, Arms Hotel, Saturday Morning

[suitably_heroic]

So that had been a fun 24 hours filled with lingering dread, and even a day later - laying in a comfortable hotel bed - it hadn't dissipated. Sure, maybe Mical wouldn't swoop down out of nowhere to drag him back into the fight, and maybe Kreia had - so far - held off on making an appearance to torture him. (Maybe she was as loath to see him as he'd be to see her? He could drea.)

But facts were facts. Ja-- Atton was back in Fandom, one of a number of places he'd been hoping to avoid for-- probably the rest of his life. Nobody back home picked up the phone. The Causeway did the stupid thing the Causeway sometimes did.

Last night he'd listened back every single Thursday morning radio from the past couple of months (hearing Cara dunk on the crazy old witch was soothing, okay?) and tried to puzzle together some kind of way to get out of the situation.

By the next morning, the dread had settled to a low pulse in his somewhat-sleep deprived stomach. Was he going to be stuck here for good? Just for a weekend? Who knew?

"Oh space, the Martha Stewart documentary just dropped?"

Maybe it was time to stop plotting and planning and take a break on his poor brain.

[[ open for phone calls or people who know he's here, I guess! if mostly establishy. ]]

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[unusual_sith]

Lana listened to radio. Lana cursed a bit. Lana called Atton Jack's phone.

"Pick up, you..."

[suitably_heroic]

"Lana."

That name probably shouldn't come out as such a sigh.

"Yeah. I'm here."

[unusual_sith]

"Why are you here?" Lana asked. "Everybody thinks you're dead! What happened?"

[suitably_heroic]

"This stupid island plucked me out of the back of the van and dumped me on a park bench!" Jack said irritably. "It's not my fault!"

[unusual_sith]

Lana sighed. "Well, at least it wasn't anything catastrophic, I suppose. But you were on the radio; now everybody will know you're here."

[suitably_heroic]

"Yes, I know, thanks," Jack said, rubbing his forehead. "Just-- if you see Mical, or space, Kreia, warn me, okay?"

[unusual_sith]

"I've never seen Kreia outside of class, and I haven't seen Mical outside of the temple," Lana assured him. "Your biggest worry is probably Dean Skywalker."

[suitably_heroic]

"Why, what's he going to do?" Jack muttered. "Nag me to death?"